Tokyo dressed for Christmas and Himekaizen for finals. Clubs shut down for the year with the very much unofficial Himekaizen Cultural Exchange Club as a glaring exception.And glaring was also what Kareyoshi did most of these days.
Ryu didn"t like it, but letting one of the rapists off the hook did result in Kareyoshi losing the support of men in power.
Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.
"It"s politics," Urufu had said with distaste in his voice, and while their relationship had gone sour ever since Noriko became an item with him, in this case they agreed.
Ryu even asked his father for an opinion, but he fidgeted, and Ryu could see how uncomfortable he was with the idea of making exceptions to principles. His mother"s reaction was very different though.
"Can you win?" she wanted to know, and when Ryu said they might she just told him to win. By now Ryu began to understand that in many ways she was far more ruthless than his father.
In the end they decided to win, and as Christmas decorations went up all over the city so did Kareyoshi"s stocks go down. The problem was that he proved to be too stupid to understand how precarious his situation had become. So he kept glaring, and the members of the club kept goading him.
All in all, Ryu thought, it was the worst case of a lose lose situation he had ever lived through.
Right now he sat in the inner room of the Haven café and did what he should have done for a week – he studied. Even Kuri had gotten the week free from work. Final exams were final exams after all, and for once he shared his time with her doing school things and wearing school clothes. There had been preciously little of that during the autumn that was about to end.
The room was crowded as usual. Gakuran, sailor uniforms and blazers mixed freely, with the blazers in a clear minority. Students walked between café and inner room, and Ryu observed how the Irishima High students had become used to the informal atmosphere during the second term.
As always the Irishima High vice princ.i.p.al took his chair at one end of the large table.
Urufu occupied one whiteboard and Noriko another. In difference from more ordinary weeks they didn"t walk between whiteboards but stayed by one, and therefore stayed focussed on one subject.
All in all the café seemed more subdued with most students silently cramming for all they were worth. Only the occasional question to Urufu or Noriko broke the silence.
It pained Ryu a little to admit it, but with Urufu by her side Noriko"s academic capacity rushed ahead in leaps so great Ryu had trouble understanding what was happening.
Two more days, a short weekend, and then finals were upon them. He intended to do the most of those two days.
With a guilty look across the table Ryu dove back into his books. He shook off the discomfort of seeing Ai"s expression whenever Kuri"s hand caressed him. By now it was a different kind of discomfort. His love for Kuri was stable, but he still hoped Ai would find her own happiness soon.
Subject by subject he kept cramming, and as the evening grew later the world around called for his attention. It began as occasional voices, but when it became a steady stream of conversations Ryu realised most of those present had given up studying for the day.
He stretched, threw Kuri a quick hug and received one in return. For once she had been as busy studying as he.
"You OK?" he asked and looked at her books.
Kuri nodded and smiled. "Yes. I"m able to read the books by myself now."
Her achievement filled him with pride, or at least happiness for her sake. And it was an achievement. It meant her j.a.panese was better than his English even when it came to reading.
"And?" Ryu asked.
"And what?"
"The finals," he said, "what do you think?"
She leaned her head to the side, a very j.a.panese expression she had learned as a model. "Top hundred, but I won"t make the list."
Top hundred was a lot better than he had expected. Somewhere, deep in his mind, an ugly thought lurked. That Kuri was all beauty and no brains. Ryu slammed down on it whenever he became aware of his prejudices, but it kept popping up, rearing its ugly head and reminded him of how he could eventually be wrong about his refusal to accept Urufu and Noriko being a pair.
"And you?" Kuri asked in return.
Ryu grabbed her hand and rather than squeeze he allowed his fingers to embrace hers. "The list," he said. "High thirty I suppose. My best result yet."
It felt strange being able to make these kind of educated guesses, but as much a he might dislike Urufu, Ryu still admitted that the man in a boy"s body pushed them all to reach higher, achieve more and succeed better than what was humanly possible.
The secret, Ryu sullenly accepted, was that Urufu was trapped in the body of a teenager, or else none of the students here would have listened to him the way they did.
He threw a worried glance in Kuri"s direction.
"Thinking of Ulf much?" she asked.
Ryu blushed.
"You know," Kuri teased, "thinking of my ex as your rival is fine, but thinking of him as mine isn"t."
Did he really admire Urufu that much, despite feelings of dislike? Maybe, Urufu had changed his life after all.
Ryu wrenched those thoughts aside and faced Kuri. "I love you, and only you." He gave what he had just said a moment"s thought, and then he took her hands in a firm grip. "I"ve never felt this way before. It"s not a crush any longer. I love how you make me feel loved, and I love how you make me trust you."
They spent their nights together whenever her schedule allowed, and he knew her in ways he had never known anyone else. Still, the way she blushed and averted her eyes took him by surprise.